Ice Sculpture Royal Capital.
Somewhere within an alchemy laboratory.
The lid of a coffin-like treatment tank opened, and immediately a great puff of mist leaked out.
Rising slowly from the pale green mist, Hua Tang sat up slowly before getting out of the treatment tank.
"Cough, cough," he coughed twice, and immediately there was a faint metallic sweetness of blood in his mouth.
"Your injuries will need to be treated two more times before they can fully heal," Mei Lin's voice came from an alchemy broadcasting device in the corner.
Hua Tang furrowed his brows, "Long Fu is clearly only Silver Level, but its attack power was entirely that of a Golden Level."
"This is inconsistent with the intelligence."
Hua Tang had seen the duel footage of the Dragon-man youth and Teng Donglang.
